Tadir opens his eyes, and immediately regrets it. Not only is it oppressively hot in his room, but his head feels like someone is smacking it with a hammer.
With a groan and a muttered curse he sits up and looks around his room...his...room?
If it was his room at the inn, someone had stolen all his things and replaced them with the possessions of a g...Tadir's eyes shift slowly to the figure lying on the other side of the bed. Holding his breath, he closes his eyes and, moving very slowly, attempts to get out of the bed without waking her up.
The bed goes "Glink," but the sun browned Miqo'te doesn't shift.
"...pants. I need my pants," he thinks. Seeing them on the floor, he pulls them over his legs, grabs his shirt and sneaks to the door. As he reaches for the handle the world starts spinning again. He manages to grab the handle on the third try and opens the door just as he hears a rustle and yawn from the bed. He slips through the door and tries to shut it quietly before the woman notices him. He hears a muffled, "Hello?" before pulling his shirt on and stumbling down to the bar, buttoning his shirt.
The bar is much brighter than the hallway. He shuffles, squinting, up to the bar and croaks, "...w'ter..." before his face falls onto the sticky bar.
With a groan and a muttered curse he sits up and looks around his room...his...room?
If it was his room at the inn, someone had stolen all his things and replaced them with the possessions of a g...Tadir's eyes shift slowly to the figure lying on the other side of the bed. Holding his breath, he closes his eyes and, moving very slowly, attempts to get out of the bed without waking her up.
The bed goes "Glink," but the sun browned Miqo'te doesn't shift.
"...pants. I need my pants," he thinks. Seeing them on the floor, he pulls them over his legs, grabs his shirt and sneaks to the door. As he reaches for the handle the world starts spinning again. He manages to grab the handle on the third try and opens the door just as he hears a rustle and yawn from the bed. He slips through the door and tries to shut it quietly before the woman notices him. He hears a muffled, "Hello?" before pulling his shirt on and stumbling down to the bar, buttoning his shirt.
The bar is much brighter than the hallway. He shuffles, squinting, up to the bar and croaks, "...w'ter..." before his face falls onto the sticky bar.